Today we feature the memory of a recent CILT graduate, Maycie, as she reflects on her time as a camper at camp.
I’ve been going to camp since I was 8 years old. When I was 9, I remember taking an activity called “Creation Exploration.” Creation Exploration is a magical activity in which adventurous little girls can catch frogs, look at butterflies, and (drum roll please) go swamp stomping.
The swamp at camp is located just across the bridge from the dam at the entrance of camp. Honestly, there wasn’t much purpose to tromping through the muddy swamp except to say that you did it…and boy wass it worth it! I remember girls proudly returning to the division, parading their muddied socks like trophies. It was truly a feat.
Anyway, in this particular instance as we prepared for our trek through the swamp, our counselor warned us to truly stomp if we didn’t want to lose our shoes in mud holes. As she went around and duct taped each of our shoes to our feet, I recall one girl who decided against the duct tape. She must not have realized out sticky the mud was, but what was even more appalling wass that she was wearing crocs! (Crocs were all the rage at the time, outside and inside camp for us little ones and were actually kind of pricey). Even worse, these weren’t just crocs, they were her friend’s crocs!
Regardless, we began our adventure and approximately three steps in, Crocs Girl is freaking out: her shoe had become one with the swamp. Everyone knew that she wasn’t getting that shoe back (mostly because the counselor had warned us about a hundred times that if we weren’t careful and lost our shoe, there would be no way to find it). In spite of the warnings, we all stopped and started aimlessly reaching through the murky water into layers of mud.
As we franticly searched, the group started to accept that the shoe was a lost cause. But when I stepped in another mud sink hole I pulled my foot out with a *slurp* and thought I’d reach in just to check. My hand went in through the mud and as felt around, I latched on to the shoe and pulled it out with a triumphant “huzzah!”
Through the cheers and “good job!”s I felt like pretty much the superhero of the division. I had done the impossible, I had retrieved a shoe from the swamp!